Thorn

I got this thorn in my side, I try, but I can't get it out, Been killing me for years gone by, a miserable, painful bout, No matter how hard and long I try to rip at it, it stays, Buried deep inside my side enduring, every day. Thorn in my side. I've picked the scab, a trying way, a painful means to amend, Rid myself from the anguish, torment that I must end, I've lived this way for years but now I gotta move on, An oozing sore needs tending to just like the thorn I adorn. Misused, abused, accused, confused, I'm sick and tired of backwards views, my soul's too tired, All black and bruised.